Oh and Centrelink somehow got my details wrong. FAR FREAKING OUT, I WASTED MY TIME TALKING TO YOU STUPID LADY ON THE PHONE AND YOU PUT IN MY DETAILS WRONG? HOW HARD IS IT TO TYPE PROPERLY?! mdjhfkdjhfkjdshfkdsh

I swear I’m not even PMSing. I’m just in a horrible, horrible mood. I think I had a permanent deathly stare on for the entire day.
Time for dinner.

I don’t handle stress well. I become very irritable. I overdo it and then I find myself wasting away an evening because I’m too tired of work.
It’s a vicious cycle.

So I might not be posting very much these next few weeks. I’ll try to keep you guys updated though.

What I’m Wearing:
- Mustard Sweater
- Vermillion Woollen Shorts, Jayjays, $10
- Black Belt, Thrifted, $4
- Pendant, Pandora, gift
- Zigzag Patterned Stockings, Target
- Lace-up Ankle Boots, Famous Footwear, $10
- Floral button up
- Beige Trench Coat

After feeling a little sick yesterday, and awaking from the nightmare aforementioned, I wanted to wear something bright and perhaps more dressy than usual. So I went with these vermillion shorts. I really like the woollen fabric for Autumn months, and for these warmer-cold days they work very well with stockings.

And, on another note, I recently re-dyed my hair, in preparation of some DIY ombre tips:

Above: Reuben being a poser with me, Bryan teaching me how to pose. Thanks Calene & Bryan for the photography!

Tiring day at uni, I had very little sleep. I didn’t end up doing much work anyway though. I just got a flu shot. HURTS. Didn’t relax my muscles enough.

Well, anyway I’m tired so to conclude; at some points of the day, I felt a bit too warm (like, late afternoon?) but overall:

I was a little sick yesterday, as per usual. I’ve been taking vitamins but they don’t seem to help that much. I suppose in the long run it’s a good idea though.

I said I would go to uni today, but the lack of sleep I have gotten is making me doubtful.

I’m afraid to go back to sleep. I’m afraid to get up. Usually I don’t get scared that much by a dream. I don’t know why suddenly I’m such a wuss. I’m even slightly scared to write what happened in the dream in case it just sits here as a reminder and after I reread it I’ll have the same dream again.

But I assure you that if you were in my position, you would probably be scared by the dream too. It’s not some dream that plays on my personal fears but a dream that is just plain scary.

My eyes are so tired. I need to think of something else to dream about instead.

What am I doing even. I needed to blog. People ask me why I blog, or why blog in general. Sometimes it’s just because I like to keep a record of what happens in my life. Sometimes I blog just to share. Sometimes, like now, it’s just comforting to me.

Like I’m not going to be taken over by my nightmares because everyone, that means you dear readers, are here with me as I write this.

Now perhaps I have regained the nerve to go back to sleep.

This one, I find more understandable.  But that doesn’t stop me from being disgusted by the look.

Notable characteristics include: offensive words in big letters or classic band tees, cigarette in hand, torn denim, black stockings with rips/tears, knotty hair, no foundation but heaps of lipstick and contour, TERRIBLE bags under the eyes which are a result of too many drugs and smoke (or just emphasised with makeup), lanky build- possibly anorexic?

What they think it looks like: rebellious, cool.

How it really looks like: Hot freaking mess.

LOL.  I was on lookbook when I saw this chick sporting this look, and while i was intrigued I was also disgusted at the glorification of cigarettes, obviously bad health and possibly drugs- and the reactions to it were all POSITIVE.

I mean I’m all for the whole messed up rocker chick kind of thing but dude.  Being that level of unhealthy, and PROUD of it is just wrong.